"What are you?"
Liu Zhi was startled. He quickly chased after the figure.
This gave Liu Zhi quite a fright.
He had never expected someone to be lurking silently beside him.
The situation had come completely out of nowhere. After all, even before reaching the mythical level, Liu Zhi's perception had already been incredibly powerful.
Not to mention that he could also detect the presence of enemies by sensing their souls.
Yet no matter how he looked at it, Liu Zhi had failed to notice the figure before him. He had not even noticed its existence when he first scanned the situation on the island.
That was unacceptable to Liu Zhi.
It meant that an enemy could potentially sneak up on him.
So the moment Liu Zhi spotted the enemy's figure, he gave chase.
The figure was not particularly fast. With a single flash, Liu Zhi appeared in front of it.
After blocking the figure, Liu Zhi could not help freezing for a moment. When he saw its appearance, he realized that it was neither human nor undead, but something cobbled together from discarded objects.
Most importantly, the figure was not a machine. Liu Zhi had no idea how it was able to move.
The humanoid before him had an old basketball for a head, its surface worn and peeling. Someone had drawn a pair of eyes on it with a marker. It had neither a mouth nor hair, and its face looked strange by itself.
Its body was made from a clothes-drying rack and some cardboard, with things resembling bandages wrapped around it.
It was obvious that after enduring years of wind and rain, the cardboard had been worn to tatters. The parts exposed beneath it were nothing unusual, which made the sight even stranger. No one knew how